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Sympathy for the Devil	By : Danyealle Category: Supernatural > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural nor do I make any money from this work of sick and twisted fiction. It's just something I do to keep what remains of my sanity from being eaten away by rabid plunnies from the lowest level of hell.

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Chapter 5

Pacing around in the garden of a young mentally challenged man, what the human made as his heaven, Michael waited for Joshua. This place was something that he normally found calming but even it couldn't manage the job today. He was still wounded from his battle with Lucifer, no, not badly, but enough that he was leery of trying to take on his brother once more. He had never, in all the battles he had ever fought in, been wounded as badly as the one he had lost. Nor did he know why. It had been prophesied by all and sundry that he would win but he hadn't. Lucifer had defeated him soundly. Even now, he wasn't sure what had happened or how his brother had managed to hand him a defeat. Nor did it explain how his father could allow it to happen! After all, everyone knew how the final battle was supposed to end.

Shaking his head, the arch-angel paced faster, patience wearing thin waiting for the one angel that was able to get hold of their father. He didn't understand why it was Joshua that could manage that and not him but it was his father's choice, not his, and he wasn't one to question him about it. Right now, he needed his father's advice more than he ever had but he wasn't around to get it. That was frustrating.

Just when he was about to go to see if he couldn't find Joshua, the gardener showed up. Stiffening up, he looked at him, nodding politely, then said, “Were you able to talk to father?”

Looking wary, hating to be the bringer of bad news, Joshua just nodded, saying nothing.

“Did you explain the circumstances of what happened and tell him I needed advice,” Michael asked.

“I did,” Joshua told him softly with a nod.

“Well?” The arch-angel asked, waiting impatiently.

Sighing, the tender of God's garden shook his head then replied, his tone soft as it always was, “He's aware of what happened. Right now, he's still on earth and is keeping an eye on what is going on. The message he gave me for you was that he's staying out of it.” His older brother starting to sputter, Joshua held up his hand then said, “He also told me to impart that you are to stay up here until he says otherwise.”

Looking incredulous, Michael stammered, “Lucifer is in control of the earth! He will burn it! And father wants me to stay here?”

“I'm sorry,” Joshua said with a sad shake of his head. “I know what you're going through but that's what he said. He, apparently, has some kind of plan in mind. But, like with everything, he doesn't tell us. That's all he said to pass along to you.”

During the whole mess leading up to the final battle, Michael hadn't been able to understand why Castiel did what he had, turning his back on all of them and the frustration over what was going on. For the first time, though, he was starting to 'get it'. This was...not what he had been prepared for. He had always followed his father's plans and directives like the good, obedient son, no matter what it was. That even included the order to kill his own brother. But now it was as if his father had changed the rules on him and didn't want to let him know. That was troubling and disheartening at the same time. Nor did he know how to handle it.

“Michael,” Joshua said softly, worried about his brother and what he was seeing from him.

Shaking his head, the arch-angel shook his head then said, softly, “If it's father's will, I'll do it.” Turning away he muttered a soft 'thank you' then walked off to go find those that wanted answers as much as he did.

Smiling sadly, Joshua shook his head and watched his brother go. However, he didn't feel the same dejection that the others in the heavenly faction did. Their father was, indeed, on earth which meant that he had some kind of plan in place. If he knew their father half as well as he thought he did, he was certain that he wasn't going to allow one of his children to destroy a thing of such beauty in a fit of temper over a slight so long ago. That meant that he had something up his sleeve. They just had to let it play out was all.

Stepping back, he looked around the beautiful garden he was in and smiled in approval. Before walking off, he patted the young man that seemed content to just tend to the trees and flowers that were there. Such simple joys, something he could appreciate.

Sitting in the main office area of the house that Lucifer used for meetings and such, he was quietly talking to those assembled about nothing of importance. Mainly, he was having them go over progress reports of what was going on where, something he had actually gone over earlier in the day before going down with Sam to spend time with the others in the house. Nor, really, did he need the verbal reports. In all actuality, it was nothing more than a stalling tactic. What he was waiting for was Sam to doze off. His vessel was tired and in need of sleep. After all, this meeting was taking place long after the time that they normally went to bed. He had done that on purpose, actually. He wanted to work on something that he didn't want his vessel to hear. That usually meant that he had to wait for the conscious part of Sam to fall asleep. This had happened in the past, many times, so it wasn't anything odd. Nor did Sam think anything of it, assuming that they were going to talk about something that would, more than likely, upset him a great deal. He would rather not be privy to that, something Lucifer liked about him and used to his advantage.

It took a good 45 minutes but Sam finally succumbed and was soundly sleeping. That's when, with a mere hand gesture, Lucifer cut off the report then settled back in his chair. Quietly slipping into one of the ancient languages no human would be able to speak, he asked, “Castiel is safely sequestered somewhere that he can't hear this, isn't he?” When he saw one of the minions in charge of running the house nod, Lucifer was pleased. The only being in the house, aside from those on his side of things, that could possibly understand the conversation they were about to have was the angel. Though he was certain that he wouldn't be near enough to pick up on it, he wanted to be certain before they started. Nodding, pleased, he then said, “I want Asmodeus in here, now. You are also to set him up a room on the top floor. Dean Winchester is to be moved to the one next to mine. I want Asmodeus as close to him as you can get him.” Seeing the nods, he dismissed all those in the room and waited for one of his most favored princes to join him.

Tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently, he waited. It wasn't but a few moments before the Prince of Lust himself made his entrance. As was normal for Asmodeus, he was occupying a meatsuit that belong to a professional male model and was dressed to the nines. As vain as he was, Lucifer expected no less of him. Smiling softly, he gestured for him to take a seat across the table. Once he was comfortable, Lucifer asked, “I assume that I didn't pull you away from something of major importance?”

Taking off the fine silk gloves he was wearing, Asmodeus settled back in his chair then gave a respectful nod to Lucifer, “Nothing of consequence, my lord. Just the usual of promoting our agenda is all.”

Giving a nod to let his underling know that he was pleased, Lucifer did a quick check to ensure that Sam was still out cold then launched in, “I'm moving you here for the foreseeable future. I have a job for you to take care of for me, something a bit... different than what I normally have you do.”

“Oh? What is that?” The dandified prince asked, intrigued. Normally, his job was a general thing; promoting lust and keeping an eye on those under him. It wasn't often that he was called in by the boss to attend to something personally. Those jobs tended to be... fun when they came up, something to alleviate the normal mundane nature of things.

Smirking, Lucifer leaned back, relaxing, then explained. “My vessels brother is living here. Let's just say I want you to use your special 'talents' to edge to the forefront a want for a relationship that both do find appealing yet have been reluctant to take a step towards.”

Eyes twinkling in amusement, Asmodeus gave a feral grin. “And the nature of the relationship? I assume it's a lust for something but there are so many kinds that I don't dare guess which version of it.”

“Sexual, of course. What you do best, my child,” Lucifer replied, grin growing.

“Oh, that is easily done,” Asmodeus said with a wave of his hand. “It will, of course, affect others around, in a peripheral way, when I start to work. That, I'm sure you're aware of. I can direct the main 'attack', so to speak, on the brothers, even if you reside in the one, but it does tend to bleed out to those surrounding. I assume that won't be an issue?”

“No, no issue. There are only a handful of the human species of cockroach in the house. One is too young to be affected and I care not how the others are. The angel I'm not sure how it will affect so it will be most amusing to watch,” Lucifer explained.

Nodding, making a mental note that he didn't have to tone things down to keep beings from getting suspicious, Asmodeus then asked, tone respectful, “My lord, might I ask what you are trying to accomplish? The goal will help me determine how to go about this as some methods work better than others for specific wants.”

Brow furrowing, he looked at the half demon, half angel sitting across from him, pondering what he said. As it was, he wasn't used to those that followed his command to inquire about such things nor was it within their purview to be bold enough to ask. However, taking into account the explanation and knowing that this particular prince was quite anal about doing the job right, he figured that it was more to decide how to go about things rather than a want for information. Though, certainly, he did want to know, even if it was just for the mere fact of having such knowledge. Deciding to give up at least some of what he wanted as to give his underling something to work with, he said, “It's a personal reason, from my end. I need them to act on the desires that are already there but they deny. Nothing specific other than that.”

Nodding, rubbing his chin in a more thoughtful manner, Asmodeus observed, “If it's not for creating your own progeny then things should be able to be dealt with easily enough in a normal way, such as how a cupid goes about such matters only with my own twist.” Glancing up at his boss, he gave an evil grin then added, “However, if this does come to pass, I assume that Dean Winchester will no longer be a viable vessel for Michael when he returns! Though that isn't your stated goal, it has to be an added bonus, shall we say?”

“Indeed it is,” Lucifer nodded, flashing an evil smirk of his own. “However, on the front of promoting such a relationship, I want you to concentrate on Dean, not Sam. Sam, I believe, is something I can work with on my own better than you can. Though the collateral of what you do will only assist.”

“Indeed. I can, shall we say, make sure some of what I do is directed in such a way as to affect your vessel to ensure your job is easier, my lord,” Asmodeus told him respectfully.

Nodding, Lucifer told him, “Proceed with that, yes. I will concentrate on my end.”

“Any time frame that I have to work in or is it something that I can do at my pace? I ask because there are more than likely repercussions if I move too fast and implant things unnaturally. It tends to work better if I can do it at a more gradual pace.”

“With the way Dean is, as well as his companions, I think a more gradual pace should be employed here. They are, because of the nature of what they do, more suspicious than most humans about things. Sam, well, I can work with him on my end.” Settling back, he grinned at the look of concentration on Asmodeus' face, pleased with how this was apt to go. He was, after all, the best there was at doing this. Then he added, almost as an afterthought, “Once that's accomplished, I may have another task for you involving the brothers. However, let's see how this goes first then worry about the other later. As this will be something akin to a vacation for you, feel free to enjoy yourself while here.”

Taking that as the dismissal it was, Asmodeus stood and bowed to his lord then exited the room.

Smiling as his Prince of Lust left, Lucifer nodded in a pleased way, sure that his plans would be on track very shortly when it came to Dean. Now it was up to him to work on Sam. Summoning one of the more minor demons that were basically ‘gofers’ around the place, he, quickly, gave them an order he wanted fulfilled by the next night then dismissed them before heading up to bed himself. It wouldn't do to let Sam's body get rundown because he had too many sleepless nights. Besides, he needed to start working on his end of things with the younger Winchester while Asmodeus began to weave his own web for the older one.

Lying there in bed, at least an hour after he finished his meeting with Asmodeus, Lucifer was still awake though the body he occupied was asleep. It pleased him that, for once, Sam seemed to be sleeping soundly, untroubled by so many of the darker thoughts that always seemed to haunt the young man. His dreams were pleasant enough, memories of a time where he and Dean had fun, not having to worry about so much of what happened later on in their lives. It seemed that allowing his vessel to spend time with his brother did, indeed, have a positive effect on him, bringing him, somewhat, out of the funk he had been in.

Content to let the dreams play out as they were, Lucifer's own mind began to wander, concentrating on what else was going on in the house. For the most part, other than the ones that were charged with standing guard, most were sleeping or doing something quiet so as to relax a little. Honing in, he tried to pinpoint Asmodeus to see what his newest addition to the house was doing. From what he could tell, the dandified half-breed was directing the servants to prepare the room to his more specific tastes, something Lucifer had expected. Asmodeus was, after all, a powerful being that always demanded the finest of everything. It was a small thing that he could overlook considering how good he was at his job. However, it seemed that, even though the half-demon was being his normal, exacting self, he was already starting to weave that magical web he was so well known for.

From his position with Sam, even Lucifer could feel the first faint tendrils of lust floating in their direction. Since Sam wasn't the main target, he could only assume that more of them were being directed towards Dean. Thought it didn't affect him it was, apparently, already affecting his vessel.

In his sleep, Sam started to stir and the dreams shifted slightly to something that had more of an erotic bent to them. Focusing back on his vessel, Lucifer held him close, paying attention to those mind movies and what they showed. At first, it wasn't anything that interested him, just memories and fantasies about the women that had occupied his life over the years. From what Lucifer could tell, it was no worse than some of the movies that they had watched, though you could see a bit more of this and it was explicit. He could also feel that it was, indeed, exciting his vessel. Already his limp cock had risen fully and was throbbing at the erotic imagery. However, the excitement level was no more than what it was the other night when he had observed it with Sam.

Slowly, as the night wore on and he could feel Asmodeus pick up what he was doing as he settled in, Sam's erotic dreams shifted. The first noticeable change was that he moved on from dreaming about women to men. As he did that, the acts involved grew far rougher than they had been with the women. In the dreams with the women, he was always the dominant partner, the one to take charge and guide how he wanted things. Though not exactly what one would term a gentle lover, he wasn't overly rough either. More like what one would term animalistic when it came to the passion involved. However, that entirely changed when he was with a man. Not only was he the submissive one he seemed to favor rougher treatment than when he was with a woman. In fact, no matter how hard the action, the words 'harder', 'more' and 'faster' came into play. From the look on the dream-Sam's face, you could tell there was a slight amount of pain involved in what was going on but that element seemed to turn him on all the more. Lucifer found this most interesting from his vantage point.

He had assumed, with what he knew of Sam at this point, that he would be the dominant in all relationships when it came to something sexual. Though he inhabited him and poked around in his head on a regular basis, he hadn't explored his sexual leanings beyond liking men and what he wanted from Dean. Since it wasn't something that he had anticipated partaking in, being well acquainted with his vessels prudish nature about such things and having observers, he hadn't looked too much into the mechanics of what was wanted. Combine that with other things and, frankly, it wasn't something that mattered when it came to dealing with things. But now, he planned to.

Lying there, he watched the myriad of eroticism play out, paying attention to scenes that seemed to repeat as it told him what he wanted to know about likes. Along with that a slight niggling of how he might proceed to get the end result he wanted quicker began to form in his mind. It wasn't something that he had done before but thought that, maybe, he could pull it off.

Angels were basically asexual beings, including the more powerful ones. They could, as they had proven, inhabit the body of either sex and embody what it was. Those that were deemed to be male, such as he, Michael, Joshua, etc by virtue of their names did tend to use a vessel that was of the same sex but it could go either way. However, sexualized feelings didn't tend to come into play. It did for demons because most of them had been human so the feelings carried over into the afterlife. However, except for very rare instances, it didn't happen with angels. Despite what he was and what he supposedly promoted, he had never engaged in an act of sexual congress with any being, ever. He could have, he was certain of that, but just didn't see the need. However, if he looked at the situation he was in now with Sam and gauged the situation then how to further it, he thought that, maybe, he might lose his virginity, as odd as that sounded.

Though, in his normal form, he didn't have the equipment needed for full penetration, with what he was dealing with now, he could manage it. Because of the way this was working, he was like a shadow of his former vessel, Nick. In being that, he had the right equipment to manage something that Sam might approve of. It wouldn't, of course, feel like the penetration of a full human and would be strange to have Sam look in the mirror for all of it but he could manage. Also, because Sam appeared to be the 'bottom' when it came to such activity, he took no issue with doing such a thing. If it were the opposite, he wouldn't even attempt it. It was, after all, beneath him to do such a thing.

The only tricky part, that he could see anyway, was to get Sam to agree to the whole thing. The day after the masturbation session, his poor host had serious issues with what went on, being embarrassed and not even wanting to look at him for the most part. In all reality, he had found that to be hilarious but didn't let it show. It was clear, from the reaction, that the human's view on such things was clouding Sam's perception of it. That, as well, he found to be a riot. After all, he was the one being in the world that wasn't about to make recriminations about such things, especially for a vessel he inhabited. One would expect, housing his immense, perverse soul, that Sam would lose some of that but it was obvious that he hadn't, still clinging to the idioms of a bygone era or the judgments that so many passed upon others when they shouldn't.

Thinking the whole thing over, Lucifer decided that the next day he was going to start worming his way that direction with Sam. He didn't have a lot to do or deal with. The only real thing on the agenda was the fact they promised to watch another of the Harry Potter movies with Jesse. Beyond that, he thought, perhaps, it was time to spend a day alone with Sam. He could easily couch it as him thinking Sam needed a break from what was going on around him. That wasn't a lie, a break from what was going on would do his vessel a world of good. As that was something that he had done before, Sam wouldn't think anything of it. In fact, if it was like the last few times he did something similar, Sam would actually be grateful for such a thing.

Figuring that was the best way to go about this, the arch-angel made a mental note to get with the 'gofer’ and have him speed up the process of getting what was directed then plan for a day sequestered away to work on his vessel. The faster he got the process moving, the happier he was going to be with this. Plus, with what he was planning for, Sam, too, would be happy with the outcome.

Settling back, he shifted his thoughts to other things that needed attending to while waiting for his vessel to awaken for the day.
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